video; backdated to about 12:20 am
[After a crackle and second of odd static feedback, the video comes into focus on Sonja, standing sideways and pointing two fingers at her PCD like some jack-hole aiming his gun sideways to be badass. They're apparently projecting a small tongue of flame like a butane lighter. The effect is lost (or heightened) by her long nails and chipping polish. She mocking blows them off like a smoking barrel, extinguishing the flames, and drops her hand with a smirk that knows exactly how ridiculous that just was, thank you very much.]
Excellent. [Sonja cracks her neck with a pleased look and pulls up a chair. Moving a little closer, she rests her chin in one hand to gaze at the lens raptly.] And are we all feeling better, children? Restored, refreshed, rejuvenated, exfoliated? Obviously I have to re-evaluate my opinions of this impossible world. [A half-second pause where something seems to occur to her, but her bright expression doesn't flicker one iota.] There are worse things, aren't there?
Excellent. [Sonja cracks her neck with a pleased look and pulls up a chair. Moving a little closer, she rests her chin in one hand to gaze at the lens raptly.] And are we all feeling better, children? Restored, refreshed, rejuvenated, exfoliated? Obviously I have to re-evaluate my opinions of this impossible world. [A half-second pause where something seems to occur to her, but her bright expression doesn't flicker one iota.] There are worse things, aren't there?